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Though he has spent much of the last week imagining Aramis and Porthos’ return - in anticipation, and joy, and a bit of fear - now that he knows the moment draws near, he finds himself teeming with uncertainties. There are things he must say - now, before the opportunity slips through his fingers forever, and all he has left is the memory of those moments in the stables, the press of lips against his and hands blissfully burning his skin. Athos still does not trust himself, and perhaps he never will, but he trusts his friends, more than he has trusted anyone. And so, there are things he must say.
But first, he must welcome his dear friends home. Athos has not attempted to make a meal for them, knowing that no meager fest he could concoct would match Porthos’ skill in the kitchen. But he has procured a few bottles of fine wine, one of which sits already open and half drunk on the kitchen counter. The steadying of his nerves has taken one, and then two, and three glasses. Now, shamefully, he pours himself a fourth.
He has never been very good with words.
But first, he must welcome his dear friends home. Athos has not attempted to make a meal for them, knowing that no meager fest he could concoct would match Porthos’ skill in the kitchen. But he has procured a few bottles of fine wine, one of which sits already open and half drunk on the kitchen counter. The steadying of his nerves has taken one, and then two, and three glasses. Now, shamefully, he pours himself a fourth.
He has never been very good with words.
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Date: 2015-03-01 03:02 am (UTC)His laugh dies off, but his smile stays on his face when he sights Athos in the kitchen. He sets Aramis down on the ground, only leaving to grab their bags before he can adjust himself and wander back into the room.
"Athos," he greets warmly, sighting the wine next. "I hope at least one of those bottles is for us."
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Date: 2015-03-01 03:07 am (UTC)His smile does not dim as Porthos swings his legs down, though Aramis' brow does furrow a touch for the somber look on Athos' face. "You've not murdered the cat by accident, have you?"
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Date: 2015-03-01 03:20 am (UTC)“Welcome home."
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Date: 2015-03-01 03:25 am (UTC)He turns to fetch a glass of wine with a grateful raise of his brows. "It's good to be here," he says. "Don't suppose you went shopping for any food while we were gone?" he suggests hopefully. He doesn't mind cooking, but he's not sure what he's got left to work with.
(And, now that he's thinking about it, he goes in search of the Captain to reassure himself of his being alive)
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Date: 2015-03-01 03:30 am (UTC)As for the food, he has worried a touch over what Athos must be feeding himself - if anything - in their absence, and raises his eyebrows, eager for his reply. "I think it's the longest Porthos has gone without cooking since we arrived here."
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Date: 2015-03-01 04:14 am (UTC)He sets the glasses upon the kitchen table. “Have a seat. You can worry about dinner later."
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Date: 2015-03-01 04:19 am (UTC)"Miss us?" he wonders, a teasing smile on his lips.
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Date: 2015-03-01 04:22 am (UTC)In the wake of Porthos' question, Aramis ventures, "You have something to tell us."
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Date: 2015-03-01 04:52 am (UTC)By God, he is a fool. And soon, his dearest friends will know so for certain.
Hesitantly, he lifts his gaze from where it rests sightlessly on the table’s surface whilst he summoned his courage. “I did miss you,” he murmurs, nearly a whisper.
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Date: 2015-03-01 04:59 am (UTC)"We're back now," he points out. "No plans for long trips," he assures. "Only day ones out to look at houses, eventually."
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Date: 2015-03-01 05:15 am (UTC)"Porthos and I have no mind for finances." He smiles a little. "Did you wait here for us to tell us that?"
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Date: 2015-03-01 05:29 am (UTC)Taking his empty glass with him, Athos retreats to the kitchen counter where another bottle of wine waits, and he opens it, his back to his friends. He had thought about what he would say in this moment for most of the week, had planned his words about as carefully as those he had shared at the wedding, but now they fly from his mind. “I don’t make for a very easy companion,” he quips. “Are you certain you wouldn’t rather escape back to your inn?"
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Date: 2015-03-01 05:34 am (UTC)He tilts his head to the side and wonders if he's supposed to take Athos' words differently, but for the life of him, he's not sure where they're meant to lead.
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Date: 2015-03-01 05:45 am (UTC)"We know very well what sort of companion you are," he tells Athos, "And we have not tired of you yet. Now turn and look at us." Aramis gives Athos' back an encouraging smile. "We haven't seen you in a week."
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Date: 2015-03-01 02:34 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes for a moment, wishing, strangely, that he had chosen to wear his uniform. But Athos remembers the locket that rests beneath his shirt, against his heart, and that gives him strength. “If you are certain that you would like me to share your bed, then I accept.” He offers a rueful look. Athos had not meant to cut right to the chase moments after they returned, but his has never excelled at the niceties of conversation.
“Welcome home."
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Date: 2015-03-01 02:42 pm (UTC)"You will?" he confirms, half wary as if expecting a trick. His hands, however, are already sliding up and down Athos' hips and sides, like they're just waiting for the opportunity to grab like a vise and pin him in for Aramis. "Aramis, come here and show him how certain we are," he growls, waiting to flip Athos around for him until Aramis is on his feet.
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Date: 2015-03-01 07:22 pm (UTC)The first time Porthos and he came together, it was like standing in a tempest. However much Aramis has hoped Athos would come to them, however he had expected it would happen, if not today then soon, he can't help but wonder if he knows just what he'll be unleashing upon himself.
Rising from his seat, Aramis comes forward. "Do you wish to begin now?" he asks, for if Porthos is to reign himself in, he will need every warning.
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Date: 2015-03-02 01:38 am (UTC)But only for a moment. As careful and contemplative as he can be, Athos does not hesitate once he has made a decision. Now is no exception. He shifts closer to Porthos, grabbing his wrist, eyes intent upon the man even as he speaks to Aramis. “I have waited long enough, have I not?” he says in a low murmur, with a voice that barely seems his own.
His heart may be in his throat, but he wants this. He wants them.
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Date: 2015-03-02 01:42 am (UTC)"You're not just sharing our beds," he says firmly. "You're sharing our lives and I don't want to hear a single argument. Not one." He holds him, now, clasping his hips and Athos will bruise there, sharp fingerprints, Porthos is making sure of that.
He bows his head into Athos' neck to kiss where the locket lies, giving Aramis the floor, now.
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Date: 2015-03-02 02:09 am (UTC)Reaching his arms around him, Aramis begins undoing the buttons of Athos' shirt, knuckles scraping the warmth of Porthos' chest as he works. "This is only part of it," he agrees, spreading a palm beneath Athos' ribs when the shirt is open, fingers dipping the barest inch beneath the hem of his trousers. "We want everything."
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Date: 2015-03-02 02:21 am (UTC)Tipping his head to rest against Aramis’, he slides his hand down Porthos’ arm to grip his elbow, more steadied and certain than he has felt in a long time.
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Date: 2015-03-02 02:26 am (UTC)His heart is racing madly and wildly, only lifting his head to communicate with Aramis in a single brief moment, a look that asks if they shouldn't move to their spacious king-sized bed in the bedroom.
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Date: 2015-03-02 02:33 am (UTC)"But I have to ask." Aramis takes Athos' face in his hands and searches it. "Have you ever shared a bed with a man before?"
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Date: 2015-03-02 02:57 am (UTC)Swallowing hard, he rests back in Porthos’ arms, fingers trailing lightly down Aramis’ chest. “As you say, many firsts."
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